Getting away from being pretty much away from it all I'm reading Anis Mojgani poems in the bathroom stall Someone can see my ankles Keen eye for the sadness, pangs bro I keep thinking of internet lovers trousers Felt good like snow days when the driveway is plowed first Let's promise each other Jefferson City Square Deals And when friends come over we'll only cook fair trade meals Unbutton the front of your shirt like Bob Fossil I'm staring in the mirror for too long like Bob Rocksalt Except Bob Rocksalt is a linguistic construct The linguine's all fucked and it's my fault this time David Lipsky can't write like this When he bundles up his fingers it's a bright white fist And he gets NPR reviews that say he just might exist I'm jealous, subset of envy Staring at his food while my plate has plenty
[Bridge: Milo]
If I was a necromancer I would bring back Foster Wallace If I was a necromancer I would bring back my friend Robert If I was a necromancer I would bring back Schopenhauer If I was a necromancer I wouldn't be a fucking coward
[Verse 2: Milo]
I feel like Darius Rucker in a post-op world Made myself an egg sandwich on the bread with the swirl When I played basketball I couldn't never make a free throw My step-sister cries out "Oh Bendito" And I feel naked underneath this peacoat They said I blew it and my forehead vein became prominent like Daniel Day Lewis There will be blood and my veins are full of mud And I'm counting down the days till the flood Don't think I've seen her in a day In the litany of ways I feel like Ian Mackaye Indeed, I make a so-so lover Regardless, I'm still the prince of cocoa butter